Crona's Poem

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A pitiful child

Conflicted and wild

No one cares for me,crying all alone

I know for my sins, I can never atone

Desperately imagining a light to guide me, that was never there

I sink into a vast, icy, dark  piy of despair

A  sparkling cascade of tears rolls down my cheek

and mingles with my black blood, pooling at my feet

Locked away, never allowed friends,

I was born to meet my mother's ends

Then Ragnarok comes out

who bullies me until I start to pout

My mind thrown into such disarray

I wish it would all just end one day

This Hell inside my head,

I wish I was dead

Walking this long, winding  dark road of death, darkness, and suffering,

This world is just too puzzling

The world, just everything, I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT

There will never be a place where I will fit

I'm sorry for all the suffering I have caused, everything I have done

Now, my demons have won

I'm so sorry I was born.






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